William Fitzsimmons - Centralia lyrics

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William Fitzsimmons - Centralia lyrics

I offer myself to you Though I am a broken thing A cardinal with severed wing In morning to hide my face Though I am a sunderer Guised in maternal grace Heir to a crippled crown My little Elysium My God how I've let you down Let me fall Through the ground Where you fell Back to you We burn like Centralia Lost in the ash below Hoping to find a home So far may you run from me To cities with living leaves No fire to fear beneath